Dream Catcher

Thirteen

Patrick and the rest of the Bowers gang found themselves creeping around back of the house.

"What the fuck do you mean, she's in your basement?" Henry questions.

He was watching as Patrick searched in his pocket for something. Not finding it, Patrick turned to his other pocket, pulling out his pocket knife.

"Exactly what I meant. (Y/n)'s in my basement." Patrick replies his eyes on the key hole as he wiggled his pocket knife around in it for a while before he heard the click of the door being unlocked.

"So, you kidnapped her?" Belch askes.

"Sorta."

Stepping into through the back door that lead into the kitchen the Bowers gang looked around taking in how the room was designed. "So what are we here for, if you got the little bitch in your basement what could you possible need from her house?" Henry questioned as he and the rest of the gang followed Patrick through the kitchen and linked living room.

"Information." came Patrick's reply, he made his way up the stairs not bothering to be quiet at all with his footsteps.

"She told me about her dreams." Patrick says now standing in her hallways looking at the pictures which hung up on the sides of the walls, as display.

"So what! Who cares Pat, what the little princess wants to be a ballerina or some shit!"

Patrick knew why Henry was pissed off, Henry had a crush on (Y/n) since elementary school until she moved away. It seemed Henry was pissy  because she forgot about him, it maybe it was the fact Patrick was pinning after her. Who knows!

"She's having dreams, or visions what ever you wanna call them but there about some clown fucker who keeps telling her to search for an answer." Patrick stands in her room searching through her drawers, while the rest of his friends stand in the door way.

"Clown fucker?" Victor says lowly to Belch.

"Look Pat;" Henry walks closer placing his hand on Patrick's shoulder, "I think you losing it pal."

"Not losing it." Patrick says looking through her closet now, boxes were stacked in the corner, one by one Patrick unloaded them.

Sitting down on her bedroom's floor Patrick continued his search. Papers and pictures were in the boxes, "What are we even looking for?" Henry askes now on the floor as well looking at into the boxes.

"Clown fucker dude." Patrick replies dryly.

"Well, this certainly at her daddy's picture." Victor mumbled, Patrick, Henry, and Belch all turned to face Victor who held up a photo, a box was in front of him.

"This whole box is filled with letters and notes, photos of this man. Apparently her mom and him were lovers." Victor says after reading the title to one of the letters.

"Why would (Y/n) keep stuff of her moms old lover in her closet?" Belch askes. "Maybe she didn't." Patrick says.

All of their heads snapped to the window the sound of a car pulling into the drive way caught their attention. Henry snuck over to the window and peeked out of it his eyes spotting (y/n)'s parents car, "Fuck!"

Henry turned and faced the rest of the gang his eyes wide and panic filled, "Parents home."